The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 19

I nodded and looked back towards the front, the asian girl was walking out, her hips shifting as she walked in high heels. Even then she was barely over five feet, her skirt dancing dangerously above mid-thigh. Alyssa followed my eye, then scanned the faces of other people standing in line.

Suddenly a taller woman was standing beside me. Older, maybe in her thirties, and a few inches taller than me. Her blouse was buttoned high, but her ample bust stretched the fabric to its max . Her blonde hair needed a root job, and her breath smelled of stale cigarettes. She looked down slightly at me. She had on a knee-length skirt, and chewed on a stick on mint gum trying to mask her last smoke.

"Trying too hard?" I asked, this was clearly not my type.

"Just wanted to check something," she said and reached under her skirt, then her eyes widened, "Totally not expected."

I looked closer as Alyssa's hand was busy underneath, the older lady had a lot of makeup on, and then I saw she had an adam's apple. I took a step back, as she crouched a bit and then pulled her hand back out."

"Tucking is a bit uncomfortable," Alyssa said, then flashed back into herself.

"Yeah," I said, "Um.. interesting."

"I think just a cross-dresser," she said, "I got no homosexual vibe from his thoughts. But he was thrilled to be in the mall and undercover."

"Well that's a relief," I said, "He did a good job, I had to look closely to tell."

Alyssa smiled, and lifted on her toes to kiss me, "Don't worry, your heterosexuality remains intact."

She turned back, and in an instant I was sharing an aisle with a trim african american, not dark black, but a nice dark brown. She was dressed semi-conservatively, but her ass was nice and round. Larger than Alyssa's thinner backside. She looked over her shoulder at me, her hair a mix of colors in small tight braids, then tied together into a thick ponytail. She pushed her bottom back into me and ground into my crotch.

"You like big butts, baby," she said, in a slightly southern accent, as she smiled at me over her shoulder.

"I cannot lie," I said and gripped her hips and pulled her back against me.

I drew one of my hands up her abdomen to cup a large breast. She was, I think the word is, thick. Muscular, and firm, curves galore. She groaned as I gripped, and squeezed her breast, pinching at the nipple.

"Ohh, she likes this," she said, feeling the arousal it produced, "Oooh, fuck."

She flashed back into Alyssa form and my arm was suddenly hanging in space. I blinked at her and then blushed.

"You liked that a bit too much," she smiled, "I have to say, so did I. But we need to focus."

"Do you have to see them to morph?" I asked curiously.

She thought for a moment, then looked up at me and flashed. I was suddenly looking at Rebekah, who smiled back at me. I examined her closely, I couldn't find a flaw.

"I guess I can do it from memory," Rebekah's voice said, "But I can't just create something from my imagination."

"Oh," I asked, "have you tried?"

Alyssa flashed and smiled up at me, "Yes," she said, "My attempt at being a mermaid in the pool totally didn't work at all."

"Well," I said, "Keeping in mind that I love each and every one of you, just the way you are. You might want to remember the last one, and the little asian tart."

"Yes, Master," she laughed and took my hand walking back to the front.

"Um," I said, trying to walk naturally in overtight jeans, "A little warning first,"

"Serves you right," she chuckled, "Pervert."

I checked my watch, "Better head to the food court," I said, "The others should be there shortly. We should get a table near the center."

"Okay, Captain Obvious," she said as she directed me to the food court.

She waved at Carmen, who had already staked a claim to a six-topper table in the middle of the circular area. Alyssa looked back and me and shook her head.

"You do realize that you can listen to our mesh?" she teased, "Or was your brain lacking blood from feeling that girl's big butt?"

I laughed at myself, what she said was too true. Once again my lovers were a step ahead of me, and taking care of me all at the same time. I thought we should probably eat first, so we weren't hungry. As I was sitting at the table, Lexi came up and plopped a bucket of fried chicken and all the compliments in the middle of the table. I should have known they had everything planned.

We ate as we waited for Kelly and Jenn to join us.

Present: Kelly

The whole morning freaked me out. The feeling of morphing felt entirely natural, like it was a part of me. I never liked it when it happened, the rage felt dark and I'd ached with a hunger that was hard to explain. Thankfully, Jeremiah was alert and the plate of stone were near. I had morphed a few times over the years, and it always put me on edge. The stimulus was always something beyond explanation. Either a frantic manifestation of my powers in a time of stress, like when I killed Samuel, or in response to a something more ethereal, like when Jeremiah and I were possessed experimenting with Lexi.

I had listened to the stories of both James and Jodi, and understood why Alyssa would be interested in the book. Through the years she seemed to fall back into trying to understand who we were. Today's experience would trigger another season of her trying to find an empirical reason for who we were. I had just accepted our powers as part of who we were, I didn't need to know why.

Suddenly, I felt a thought, distant, unformed, somewhat in a panic. Zac? What could be wrong with him. I pushed a thought to Alyssa as I went to open the door to the control room. She nodded and pushed that she understood, she and Jeremiah would handle it from here.

I picked up my cell phone, and the text of Zac froze my blood.

Z: Mom - help... I need help.

I frantically texted back:

Kel: What is it?

I waited impatiently, while the text was sent, the status changing from, "Delivered," to "Read," to "Z is typing". What was he writing, a book? Did he fall in gym? Did he get attacked by something like I was? So many thoughts raced through my mind.

Z: Your power, I can't turn it off. The girls in class and even a teacher seemed to be drawn to me. I don't want to cause a scene, and I don't want Beth to think I'm a pervert. I can't seem to shut it down. Even the nurse is looking at me weird.

Kel: I'll call the school, to get you excused, and go directly home. No stops along the way.

I flipped to the dialer and hit the entry for the front desk. The secretary answered and I explained that Zac had come down with some symptoms, and I thought it best he come home from school. I heard her acknowledge that, and said she would sign him out when he got there. I hung up and flipped back to my messages.

Kel: Your clear, go home.

Z: K Mom. Tks.

I stood helpless for a moment, my thoughts swimming through the different scenarios. Jeremiah came back in from the room where James was now sitting on the bed, holding his head. Alyssa joined us from the other room, and I saw Lexi leading Jodi out the door. A few seconds later, Jodi appeared at the other room, and James stood and walked to her. She fell into his arms and he comforted her with a hug.

I watched that all, very little of it registered in my consciousness. I was caught up in trying to figure out what to tell Zac. Jeremiah hugged me, and Alyssa leaned into my back. We stood like that for a while as our thoughts mingled, coming to a plan.

"Lexi and I will follow James and Jodi home," Alyssa said, "I'll keep the plate with me, but only to ward of any spirits there. I'll find the book, and hopefully any others that might have been influencing James."

"I'll take you home," Jeremiah said, his hand at my back, "We'll both talk with Zac. You have your stone at home, right?"

"Yes," I said, "I wore it for the party, I didn't want to get tired and lose focus. I think it's on my dresser."

He nodded and I followed him quietly, my mind still spinning in thoughts. Alyssa spoke to the receptionist and cancelled the rest of our appointments for the day. An inconvenience for our clients, but it couldn't be helped.

Once in the car, I tried to formulate how to talk to my son. What did I do to control my aura? I remember first feeling it bloom right after the first time I had sex with Jeremiah. When Lexi caught us in our dorm room. It was small, but in my state of amoral pleasure seeking, it just amplified everything. Then later with Jenn it got out of control, I felt unstable, and couldn't control it. How Carmen managed to resist was a mystery. She had incredible self-control when she needed it.

Once my mother revealed the stone, and it's power to keep me from projecting my aura, and being influenced by others, I could tell more clearly when I activated my power. Jeremiah had to adjust me a few times, so I could use my self-control better. Through some practice I was able to manage how it projected. But at first, it was a wild ever expanding sphere of sexual heat.

I shook my head, imagining what might have happened if Zac hadn't realized what was going on and decided to go with what felt natural. He could have ruined his senior year, I was sure an in class orgy was a charge worthy of expulsion. He could have ruined the career of his teacher, seems the news was full of teachers both male and female having sex with students under their care. I was thankful that our son was able to understand, and then manage the effect.

We were pulling into the drive when I let my thoughts fix into the present. Jeremiah leaned over and took my hand, kissing my cheek.

"Everything will be okay," he said, "you raised a good boy, he did the right thing asking for help."

We came through the front door, and Carmen was waiting for us, "Zac's in his room," was all she said to me.

Then she grabbed Jeremiah and kissed him deeply, "When you're done, please come up," she whimpered.

Carmen turned raced up the stairs towards our rooms, and I followed her. Jeremiah went through the kitchen towards Zac's room. I followed Carmen to her room, she looked back at me with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kel," she said stripping her clothes off in her boudoir, "I tried to hold it together, the others are ..." she drifted off, lying on her back, one hand gripping her breast, and the other curving between her thighs. I wanted to kneel there, I could feel the pulsing aura of lust. I shook my head and pushed myself to my room. I scrambled through my door and knelt at my dressing table. My hand reaching under my skirt.

"Just a touch, to take the edge off," I thought to myself as my fingers made contact with my suddenly molten core," Oh fuck.. yess..."

I managed to blink, my free hand dancing on the desktop, searching... working over the surface.

Then clarity.

I blinked my eyes, and clutched the chain, Taking a deep breath I stood on shaking knees, and held onto the stone. My thoughts returned from the haze of lust that was washing through me, and I remembered what I needed to do. I hurried down the stairs, past the kitchen. I stepped over our maid, and Leah, who were entwined on the floor, their heads nestled between each others thighs, moaning and writhing.

"Holy fuck," I said, trying to keep my own wits.

Even under the protection of the stone, my own libido was always a bit heated. Leah's breasts were a lovely shade of pink, her nipples firm as Maria's hips lifted and ground into Leah's face.

"Focus!" I commanded myself, and worked past the couple and into the hallway. Jeremiah was looking past me, watching the pair behind me, halfheartedly knocking on the door, trying to get Zac to open up. his hand was stroking his cock through his trousers, and it's shape made my core drip. I rushed to him and pressed the necklace to his flesh. He blinked and then focused on me. I leaned up to kiss him, to take the edge off.

It helped, kind of, my mind was a mess of parental responsibility and deep lustful hunger. Thinking back to Carmen, and the pair in the kitchen. I was split in desire, but my motherly instinct won out. I needed to care for my son. Help him cool down, I clung to Jeremiah's hand and knocked on the door.

"Zac," I said firmly and confidently, "Open up."

I felt it more than heard it. He went over the top, and I felt the wave wash over me the stone protecting me and Jeremiah. The cries of passionate lust from the pair in the kitchen betrayed what had happened. I didn't feel embarrassed that my son had just had an orgasm. More a relief, it was easier on the other side of the peak.

In a moment his hand scraped against the door, then it opened. Jeremiah and I slipped in and closed it behind us. Zac retreated to his bed, holding a pillow over his crotch. Jeremiah and I approached him, parental concern on our faces. He shouldn't be ashamed, this was a natural part of him. He just needed to learn how to control it. I could tell his nerves were frayed. Jeremiah touched his shoulder and through him the stone's power pulsed in my hand.

"Oh, that's better," Zac whispered, the fevered lust evaporated, and I could hear breathless whispers from the direction of the kitchen.

"Zac," I said, with a voice full of concern, "I know how hard it is to focus when your power is awakening."

He nodded, his eyes still unfocused, but clarity was returning.

I put the stone in his hand, and he looked at it, feeling the cool pulse as it sucked in his power.

"This is a stone, it can counter our power," I said, "I know it sounds hokey, but for now just wear it. We'll make it look better for you, maybe a bracelet. I used it when I was younger to help me keep from getting out of control."

He nodded, and smiled at me, then sagged. His whole body seemed to relax, "I think I need to rest," He said and shifted to lie on his side.

I pushed the pendant over his head, then pulled up the covers, tucking him in.

"We'll talk in a few hours," Jeremiah said, and I could feel his mind reach out to Zac's and adjust some minor things, helping his self-control, "For now just rest, son."

Zac nodded, and his eyes closed, finally able to relax.

Jeremiah and I backed out of the room. I had to focus hard, as the latent lust from the pair in the kitchen was washing over me like a wave. I gritted my teeth, and Jeremiah guided me into the kitchen. He looked at me, then at the two on the floor, half-dressed and still glowing from their shared bliss. Without the stone, I was weaker, the lust in the room making my power pulse. It was like it had a mind of it's own.

"These two, and Carmen," I said, breathlessly, "I think that's all."

Jeremiah bit his lip, I could feel his mind fight against the arousal he was feeling. Then, understanding I couldn't help myself, he nodded to the pair, "Come with us."

They looked shocked. Then with a pulse of my power, and a tweak from Jeremiah, they rose up and followed us. We went upstairs and entered Carmen's room. She was in the throes of her own lust, even after Zac's power deflated. She looked up wildly as the four of us entered. Jeremiah closed the door. I pulled Leah close to me kissing her. Maria stepped towards Carmen, stepping out of her dress. Carmen welcomed her helper, guiding her head between Carmen's firm thighs.

"Just once," Jeremiah swore to himself as I let Leah undress me, and suckle at my breasts.

I let my aura bloom, my need palpable as my fingers combed through our young caretaker's brown mane. Her lips felt wonderful on my erect nipples. I watched hungrily as Jeremiah locked the door, then stripped naked. His well muscled flesh rippling as he walked behind Leah. He pulled her dress the rest of the way off. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric, then groaned and his hands cupped her heavy breasts.

Carmen was watching us, her fingers gripping behind the black hair of Maria who was fingering herself as she lapped at Carmen's flowing cunt. She grunted as she ground her mound into the maid's face. Her fingers pulling at a firm nipple.

Leah groaned as she felt Jeremiah's firm erection press into her bottom. Her mouth opening to moan into the flesh of my breast. She reached around my hips and gripped my ass to support herself as she pressed her bottom towards Jeremiah. He lifted his eyes to me, and with a natural movement he raised his hip, and his cock slipped deep inside Leah. I felt her trip into an orgasm as her cunt was filled with his cock. I groaned and stepped back, falling into an overstuffed chair.

Leah moved with me, as I lifted a knee over the arm of the chair. My hand combing and gripping a handful of her wild brown locks, and then shifting my ass to the edge as her mouth lowered into my leaking gash. Jeremiah was on his knees behind her and thrust back into her. Her head bucking back and staring at me as her mouth opened in a lustful moan.

I gripped her head and pulled her back to my needful snatch. I watched as my husband stared at me while he fucked the nanny hard. Bending over her and clutching her pendulous breasts, cupping them and kneading them, pounding into her with repeated thrusts.

Leah was tripping through repeated waves of orgasms. The taste of my pussy juice must have tasted like ambrosia, her nose filling with my pheromones and heating her flesh a dusky pink. Her moans and groans vibrating my tender lips as she came in crashing waves. Jeremiah felt her crest then crumbled to the ground, spent.

Jeremiah stood up, and looked over at Carmen eyes full of unabated lust. Carmen was watching him as Maria lapped between her thighs. Licking her lips as she eyed Jeremiah's rigid pulsing erection, she scrambled twisting from Maria's mouth. The slapped the maid's ass, and Maria looked at her shocked and hungered.

"Up on the bed, puta," Carmen commanded, "My turn."

Maria scrambled on to the bed, as Jeremiah stood behind Carmen. Carmen gripped Maria's ankles and pushed them back then sunk her mouth into our hispanic maid's dark rosy cunt, glistening with her pent up need. Carmen bent over at the waist, her ass rotating coaxing Jeremiah to come closer. He gripped her hips and with a single thrust impaled her on his rock hard shaft. He grunted as he felt her grind back into him. His hunger was palpable, and my fingers drove into my heated cunt as I watched him take Carmen.

I slipped out of my chair, and stepped over Leah, walking around the end of the bed. I crawled up, and gripped Maria's hair, pulling her flat on her back. She looked back at me and licked her lips. Carmen lifted her head up feeling the bed move, and watched me as I straddled Maria's face. I lowered my overheated cunt onto the maid's hungry mouth and ground down. Jeremiah grunted as he watched my angelic face. My lustful grin turned him on and his hard thrusts pounded into Carmen's bottom, her body shifting closer as she lapped Maria's spasming cunt.

I felt the tremors of their hard fucking transmitted through Maria's tongue and gripped my breasts, pulling at my stiff nipples. All other thoughts had fled as I let my power envelop us. Jeremiah gripped Carmen's ass and was hauling her back to meet his heavy thrusts.

Carmen tossed her head, looking back him wildly, "Fuck me, fuck your bitch, fucking make me cum, Master.. please!!"

He redoubled his efforts and Carmen tripped off. Her mouth sucked hard on Maria's clit and the maid trembled and shook. Then it was just me and my husband. Still standing, Jeremiah practically vibrated with unspent lust. He climbed onto the bed, and gripped the back of my head. Carmen pulled Maria down, cuddling with her on the floor, and Jeremiah tossed me on my back.

I thrilled at his control, how he needed me in the moment. The only creature on the planet that could sate his passion. His cock pulsed as it filled me. I wrapped my ankles around his back, locking him into my core. His body lifting and pounding, my body along for the ride. I met his thrusts and dropped back, hungry to be filled again. His mouth glued to mine as we breathed each other's air. Our bodies writhed, in a heated wave of lust and pleasure. Time had no meaning.